27

ATHOS

It had been a few minutes since Ryleea had fallen asleep in my arms, her breathing was becoming slow and long, her beautiful body, completely relaxed, molded to mine.

Reluctant to pull away, I got up, being careful not to wake her, gathered her in my arms and carried her up the stairs and upstairs. I went into her room and carefully laid her on the bed.

I was supposed to turn around and leave the room, but I just could not move. I stood there, watching her with barely a breath.

Despite the fact that Rylee is almost a child, no other woman has ever appeared to me as feminine, beautiful, and attractive as she does. Her thick dark hair spilled over the white pillowcase as it framed her doll face; her closed eyes revealed long, dark lashes. Although she was completely relaxed, her face expressed that air of innocence that shook me as much as it made me feel guilty; the tight dress highlighted every curve of her beautiful body; her firm breasts, with pink nipples, almost bulged from